Su Han's voice, like Thunderclap itself, exploded next to Old Seven's ear!
Old Seven shook all over, mouth agape, his throat already parched. Seeing Su Han's gaze fixed on him, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"No, don't…" he pleaded.
His feet were worn raw, just bandaged, and he simply couldn't walk now.
But Su Han demanded he come over.
"If you don't come over, then I will," Su Han said indifferently, staring at Old Seven.
Old Seven's body shuddered, and he wanted to cry but had no tears; if Su Han came over, would he even have a life left?
"Don't come here! Please, don't!" Old Seven cried out in panic.
Even the two experts they had brought in were no match for Su Han, so what could he say?
Old Seven hastily extended one foot and as soon as it touched the ground, his face streamed with cold sweat from the pain, as if needles were piercing the soles of his feet.
Pain, oh, the pain!